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| A simple brief thought on Scottish Independance. Were the outdated union not of some very high value to England and the English, why would they fight so to try to keep it? There are only so many slices to a pie, for one to have more, another must have less. Lastly - to those Scottish "Loyalists" - to whom are you loyal? Scots royalty died in the 1700's so it can be no Scots crown - And certainly not it appears to those who came before, that bled for Scotland and her freedom ! |










| In the words of Burns, as he wrote from the heart. Scots, wha hae wi' Wallace bled, Scots, wham Bruce has aften led, Welcome to your gory bed, Or to victorie. Now's the day, and now's the hour; See the front o' battle lour; See approach proud Edward's power, Chains and slaverie. Wha would be a traitor-knave? Wha can fill a coward's grave? Wha sae base as be a Slave? Let him turn and flie: Wha for Scotland's king and law, Freedom's sword will strongly draw, Free-man stand, or free-man fa', Let him follow me. By Oppression's woes and pains! By your Sons in servile chains! We will drain our dearest veins, But they shall be free! Lay the proud Usurpers low! Tyrants fall in every foe! Liberty's in every blow! Let us Do - or Die!!! Choose your destiny. |
I'll never forget the day I went and join'd the "Ninety third" The chums I used to run with said they thought I look'd absurd. As they saluted me, and gather'd round me in a ring, And as I wagg'd my tartan kilt they a' began to sing - Chorus He's a braw braw Hielan' laddie, Private Jock McDade. There's not anither soger like him in the Scotch Brigade. Rear'd amang the heather, you can see he's Scottish built, By the wig, wig, wiggle, wiggle, waggle o' the kilt. Chorus I'll never forget the day we were order'd on review. The king came down to see us, and the queen was with him too. As I march'd by the royal coach the king just shook his head. The queen put on her royal spec's and look'd at me and said - Chorus I'll never forget the day we went away to camp. But the sun was hot, I drank a lot, I was nearly dead with cramp. I'm very nearly certain sure I would have died that day, But the thing that saved my life was when the band began to play- Chorus |
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